SABRINA
I've come to the distinct conclusion that people tell you not to shit where you eat for a good reason. Messing around with a client is bad business. I'm living this huge lie. I'm miserable. And now Jason is involved.
On the flight to Houston, Kate sat with Marisol, Samuel sat next to a business traveler, and Jason and I sat together. After the stewardess served us lunch and a drink, we started talking ...
"Are you a nervous flier?" he asked.
"No, do I seem nervous?"
"Yes, but I'm starting to think it might not be due to flying at all. You've been kind of distant with me lately."
"How so?"
"I mean I guess you’re busy right? Now that you have Spin."
"Totally busy. They have so much going on it's unbelievable. I had no idea it took so much to take care of three grown men."
"Yeah," Jason chuckled. "I guess it was a good thing you got a little experience working with Saint under your belt."
"Right! It's like three Saints plus all of these other people in their lives."
"So what are your thoughts about possibly leaving the sports division now that you have Spin full time."
I lifted my head off the window and turned it completely towards him.
"I didn't have any thoughts about leaving. Is there a problem?"
He sighed.
"A little one."
"What? I thought I've been holding my weight. I got Saint three major endorsement meetings, and all three sent over pretty decent proposals. I mean you should know all of this seeing as how it's documented to death."
"Don't get snippy, Sabrina." He looked around to see if anyone was listening. "I'm just trying to have a conversation with you."
"Is this coming from both you and Sam?"
He sighed again as if our conversation was so painful for him.
"I know all about Saint Stevenson specifically requesting you be his account manager," he said in an almost accusatory tone.
"Peter told you that?"
"He's worried."
"Not worried enough to say no to Saint's demands."
"Why didn't you tell me something? I could have helped you."
"With what?"
"Sabrina, this is all a game to someone like Saint. I've worked with all sorts of players before, and while I wouldn't stereotype all of them this way, a lot of them can be real pieces of work. This guy's probably never heard the word no his entire life."
"I thought the same thing at first, but the more I get to know him, the more that I think I've misjudged him."
"What are you saying right now? He's the poster boy for it! That stunt with him taking you to his family's house. He was trying to convince you that he was a good guy. Meet the family. Trust him. I know it seems farfetched and ridiculous that he would go through all of this to get in your pants, but he's used to women who will do anything to get into his. He wants a challenge so badly, that he signed over a year of his life to Carson just to get it."
"You guys all right up there?" Marisol tapped the back of my seat.
